I remember when I was eight years old, I got beat up at school and my mother bought me a violin the next day. She spent a lot of time teaching me how to play it and I eventually did learn to play some pieces. It was my introduction to music or making music. We moved to a new location several years later and parents said I was so handsome, I should learn to play the guitar just like Elvis and I've been playing guitar ever since (but not like Elvis).
I've been inputting some old slides into the computer and I thought you might like this one (1965 Vietnam):
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Muse: chg pitch measure rhym feel tempo improvise melody harmonize arpeggios stucco your legato & practice
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